February 15, 2014
"Jesus.."
Louis murmured to himself as he sat down on a park bench heavily, children and couples walking or running around in the Winter sunlight.
He crossed his legs and yawned, covering his mouth.
It's been a while since Louis last saw Harry, Louis couldn't remember how long. Maybe just a month or less?
"Fuckin' hell." Louis whispered to himself as he hugged his duffle bag to his chest, the cold breeze sweeping against his face. The breeze blew his hair in different directions which had gotten Louis quite annoyed and unsatisfied.
The day was cold, but the view was just like a Summer day.
Bright, fun, healthy - Louis doesn't even know if he's making sense - and a lot of other things that makes a Summer day.
"Hm.." he mumbled to himself as someone sat beside him with a soft grunt.
Louis sat motionless as he played songs in his head, trying to ignore the person beside him who kept trying to catch his attention.
He rubbed his face in annoyance/frustration, his lip caught in between his teeth. "Lord Jesus, please help me." Louis coughed and giggled to himself, covering his mouth at the awkward statement the person beside him had said.
Louis stood up after a couple of minutes and yawned, stretching.
He started limping wherever and rubbed his eyes, arms crossed, hair sticking in different directions. Louis hummed to himself and started to skip, murmuring to himself every now and then.
His murmurs were always I love you, Harry. I love you, Harry. I love you, Harry.
Louis didn't have work today, and he still had no where to go, so what was he supposed to do?
Well it's been a while since he's eaten, but one of his favourite restaurant is fifteen blocks away and he doesn't have enough energy to last that long for the day.
"Tired.." Louis whispered while he stopped walking, only started to shuffle across the sidewalk that now appeared.
Louis sniffled as the hunger in his stomach started to become painful and it was eating him alive. Tears sprung in his eyes as the pain grew more, he wiped his eyes fiercely and sniffled.
Louis was breathing heavily as he kept walking. Five more blocks..
He noted to himself, eyes widening, pace accelerating.
But Louis guessed he was too late and that he shouldn't of rushed himself because after, he was found on the cement, collapsed, breathing becoming laboured, painful, hot tears running down his face.
Then he blacked out.
His brain didn't get enough oxygen because the pain in his stomach was causing him to stop breathing, the pain was unbearable.
He was in pain.
But a couple, frantic minutes later, Louis was being brought into am ambulance and he was being driven to a nearby hospital.
But who even knew if Louis was going to fucking make it.
He was dying out of starvation and he was getting thinner everyday. Louis wasn't one to starve himself, but he was too distracted by the break up that he didn't get to eat.
And he didn't eat for more than a month and one week.
He's in a physical pain and a mental pain and he didn't even realize it until he knew he was fucking hungry and starving, but he didn't realize that he was slowly killing himself on his own behalf.
Louis was brought into the hospital and rushed to the ER room, where nurses and doctors tried to see what was going on with his body and realized that he needed clean oxygen and food to eat.
So that's what they did when Louis was still knocked out.
Now Louis, when he wakes up, is going to wonder what happened and he won't even know how much he's been neglecting himself.
dear god this was fucking terrible.
i think there will be two or three more chapters and this story will be over as long as i know, but who knows. hopefully louis will be okay, yeah?
